Songs of Strapped- The Ruiner

Okay, here’s another song I imagine in the book. See if you can figure out where it might be. I describe the sound of it, but I don’t name drop or anything.

I really love NIN and listen to it a lot when I write. My husband thinks it’s “serial killer music.” You should hear the banter in our car when I try to play this.  He sort of sounds like this:


Songs of Strapped -Whispering

So I started posting songs that inspired my writing on my Facebook wall. I always think about scenes I write as movie scenes and they often have a soundtrack associated with them. Sometimes I will outright name a song in a scene, but I can’t do that every time. So here is one of the songs, “Whispering” by Alex Clare.

This song has a very passionate and sexy sound. Enjoy!

True Stories #1

So I think I am going to try something a little different. While I am writing book 2 of the Strapped Series, I’ll post about other random musings. I was inspired today when while walking my dogs. I remembered something that happened that seems so much weirder now than it did at the time. So I figured it would be worth sharing.

I once worked for a small company owned by a husband and wife team. I had warning signs that things were little off, (the warning signs could be their own story) but I figured how bad could it be? Well it got bad, but this memory isn’t so much bad as as it’s so fucking weird.

So the husband’s (let’s call him Mr. Belly) birthday was coming up and his wife decided we were going to surprise him with a birthday party. It was going to be 70s-themed ala “Hair” the movie. So she went out and got all this groovy 60s-70s props and wigs. We put up tons of psychedelic decorations and played 5th Dimension and The Animals in the background. His wife, we’ll call her Blithe, found old pictures of him with long hair and plastered them all over the office. There were whispers about the office that he might get pissed because productivity was his number one priority and that would be impossible with all of us partying at the same time. However, his wife, who basically owned his ass, had the idea, so we figured if he threw a tantrum, we could all hide behind her.

Anyway, his son who worked there dragged him off site on some business, and when they reappeared, we all nervously shouted “surprise!” To our very own surprise, he had a big smile on his face and graciously accepted his enormous afro wig. Immediately in line with the theme of the party, he started asking where the weed was, when we were going to drop acid, etc. No big deal, we were happy he was in such a good mood.

Eventually someone had the idea to go outside of the office complex into the parking lot to take photos to commemorate the occasion. We start posing in the parking lot of the building that holds many other businesses. Suddenly, perhaps because he was beginning to have flashbacks of the 60s, Mr. Belly rips off his shirt, exposing his big hairy tummy. So now the owner of the business is shirtless with a three-foot afro on his head, posing for pictures. Suddenly, we form a circle, hold hands, and run in a circle singing “Let the Sunshine In.” Our afros, long braids, and Mr. Belly’s hairy tummy lazily bounce up and down as we run in this pointless, continuous circle. Mr. Belly continuously posed for photos. Somewhere in someone’s hard drive, is video of a bunch of adults running in a circle, holding hands, dressed like assholes, singing a song from Hair.

We sort of looked like this.

We sort of looked like this.

Eventually, we figure we have scared the neighboring businesses in the complex enough and all sit in the kitchen, where his wife plans this weird “airing of grievances” exclusively directed towards Mr. Belly. It was supposed to be funny as we each went down the line telling him why we thought he was such a huge piece of shit (kidding of course), but after a while, his face began to get heavy and it felt like a wife-sanctioned bashing session. “Happy Birthday, Mr. Belly, we all think you suck fat balls.”

"Happy Birthday, you massive piece of shit!"

“Happy Birthday, you massive piece of shit!”

Afterward, he decided to surprise us all by telling us we were finally going to get direct deposit. I shit you not, it was like an episode of Oprah’s favorite things. “And you get direct deposit, and you get direct deposit!” Wails of joy permeated throughout the kitchen and we jumped up and down in our seats. I should remind you this was 2011, not 1990.

"You mean money can be transferred wirelessly into my bank account?"

“You mean money can be transferred wirelessly into my bank account?”

I learned a valuable lesson that day: If you set the bar really low, it’s really easy to make people happy.

When the screams of euphoria died down, he said, “alright, I’m going to head back to my office, if any of you ladies want to come and give me my real birthday present.” Yes, really.

The end.

Working on Book 2!

So I have really started to dive in to Book 2. I originally had a name for it, but there is another book in a similar genre that just beat me to it…so I am debating what I should do. So until I reveal a new name, I’ll keep calling it Book 2.

I write in frantic spurts and produce a lot of content, and then I have to step back for a while and stop neglecting my family, bathing, sleep. etc…right now I am in frantic writing mode. Especially because those who are finishing Strapped are starting to ask about Book 2.

I just wrote a passage the other night that literally had me fanning myself and letting out an aubidle “wooh” at the end of it. Shyla and Taylor are nuts and way sexier than me! They make me feel so pervy.

I’ll keep posting updates and quotes on my facebook page, so join me over there if you haven’t yet.

Strapped is available!

Strapped is now available for purchase!

It’s a very exciting day for me and I hope you’ll pick up a copy and share your thoughts about the book in a review.

It’s available at Amazon, BN, Kobo and as a pdf here:

Print Cover for Strapped

Print Cover for Strapped